Woorden:
Incubus Martini

the world is at your gate, that won't satiate Why are you cryin' if you offer nothin' at all? Don't be a fly in my Martini, baby, come on down That roof

Vertaling: Incubus. Martini.

the world is at your gate That won't satiate Why are you crying If you work for nothing at all? Don't be a fly in my martini, baby come on down That

the world is at your gate That won't satiate Why are you crying If you work for nothing at all? Don't be a fly in my martini, baby come on down That